the prophecy i made for myself all those years ago has not yet prevailed
my own maze of a mind the culprit keeping it from setting sail
my eyes sting and are almost as empty as the hole in my heart
the pit of what used to be childhood innocence has turned into a mirrorless counterpart
each path seems to lead to everything but the love and success that was promised
where i lay unmoving is an uncomfortable reflection of my life that is a novice
my skin is almost as scarred as my view of life on earth
each battering glance another slash that has permanently imprinted on my worth
every tear that falls seems to soak my soul with some sort of feel
when night falls my blurred vision spins the death wheel
if only i could count the number of fingerprints on my noose
but i turn a blind eye as the devil and i have seemed to have made a truce
when the moon falls my skin goes numb with spiders crawling through my veins
circling around each thought that my mess of a mind contains
i've accepted my lips will stay cold and loveless as my time on land decreases
no one cares to mess with the remains of such broken pieces
the whispers flow into my ears and do nothing but wrap and compress my nerves
maybe in the next life, someone will hold me tight and trace all of my curves
but here every breath means another day in which rejection compresses my soul
so maybe i should begin my long list of regrets on a tear-stained scroll
wrote this one while i was being hospitalized :) fun times